Chapter nine hundred and eighty eighth sword silent
Chapter 988: One sword is silent
The four experts took turns using various methods to identify the authenticity of the Chunjun sword. In fact, they just wanted to keep this legendary weapon in their hands for a while longer. After spending a whole hour, they finally came to an agreement.
As a result, this was the final song of the sword master Ou Yezi, the pure Jun sword.
In fact, all the Tibetan friends present already knew this result, but no one thought that time was passing slowly. Everyone gathered around the booth to watch the experts’ appraisal in a tacit understanding. Everyone wanted to see this legendary noble and unparalleled sword.
It stays in my mind for a while, but of course there are a few special cases.
Saburo Inoue is really anxious now. Things are not going according to the procedure he planned, because the appearance of this pure Jun sword has disrupted all the plans. He is not a fool. He has already taken the opportunity to take pictures of the pure Jun sword with his mobile phone.
News came down from the right-wing force group he belonged to, and the information that came back surprised him.
The legendary Chunjun Divine Sword, which cuts iron like clay, is a divine sword forged by the Chinese swordsman Ou Yezi with his life. If Inoue Saburo used the sword he brought to compete with this divine sword that became famous thousands of years ago, the chance of winning would be less than 60%.
The person who handed over the information was a very conceited idiot. He insisted on saying that he was 60% sure of even the slightest bit of comparability. Isn’t that enough? It’s true, it’s shameless.
Ignorance is terrible. Blind arrogance coupled with ignorance is destined to cause a tragedy. Saburo Inoue suddenly felt certain when he heard that he had a 60% chance of winning. It turns out that the magic sword that the Chinese people touted is nothing more than this. Let them see our Yamato nation.
's sword.
The identification results of four experts also made the Chunjun Sword the most valuable collection of this appreciation meeting. There is no suspense and no one has the slightest objection. If the legendary sword is worth a thousand horses and two cities, it is not
If it is considered the most valuable, then all the collections in their hands should be thrown into the junk shop and sold by the pound.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Xiao Gongzheng said loudly in a measured voice: "Dear collectors, after four experts appraised all the collections, three ancient swords were rated as the most valuable collections. The first one belongs to Mr. Zhang Guangyu of Xijing.
The second silver fish sword of the Song Dynasty is an ancient bronze sword of the Warring States Period belonging to Mr. Zhang Daquan of Jiangcheng. The other one is one of the top ten legendary swords, the Chunjun sword. Its owner is Mr. Tang Guobin of Jiangcheng. Congratulations to all of you.
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Bang bang bang - thunderous applause, everyone was congratulating these three most valuable ancient swords. Two cheongsam women standing behind the stage came forward with smiles and distributed the gold shark skin sheaths to the three.
The owner of the sword, Tang Guobin, immediately put the old scabbard on the ground and installed the Chunjun sword in the used leather scabbard, which was just the right size.
Xiao Gongyun pointed at the remaining tray and said with a smile: "The winner of these diamonds will be decided next, a total of five million diamonds, tsk tsk, even I couldn't help but swallow my saliva when I saw it!" As he spoke, he
With a wink at the two women in cheongsam, the two women immediately stepped forward to open the large wooden box that had been silent for a long time, and started doing hard work with their delicate fingers.
I took three pieces of each of wooden sticks, rebar, and jade strips and stacked them on the table. Xiao Gongzheng smiled, picked up a rebar, weighed it and said, "As we all know, a truly good sword is not a decoration.
Treasures can only be obtained by cutting jade and cutting iron like mud. According to expert estimates, the three most valuable ancient swords have reached seven figures, and some are even priceless treasures. However, the rules of this appreciation meeting are set first. If you want to get the following
To qualify for Mr. Inoue's sword competition, you must have an extremely sharp sword. Only swords that can cut off these three things can enter the next round of competition. Of course, in order to avoid damage to the collection, the three of you can choose to withdraw."
Zhang Daquan smiled slightly and raised the bronze sword in his hand: "I'm quitting. I have Chunjun Sword. If you don't join in the fun, the old man can just sit back and watch Mr. Tang win the diamond."
The owner of the other silver fish sword is a bald young man in his thirties. A string of verdant Laokeng ice beads on his left wrist is particularly eye-catching. There is also a thick and flat platinum chain hanging around his neck. It is obvious at first glance.
A man who was not short of money, he waved the bright silver dagger in his hand and said with a smile: "Let me try it. Legend has it that this silver fish sword was used by Zhao Jiong, Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty, to kill his brother with a click. Some people say that it was used by Zhao Jiong.
The axe, Ye Shi said it was the sword he used, and the scrap metal used to kill the devils today should have some meaning."
Everyone glanced at the silver fish sword in unison. The sword was one and a half feet long with the hilt and two fingers wide. It was as white as snow and shimmered with cold light. It looked like a very rare ancient sword, and even I was used to it.
Xu Qing couldn't help but stare at the object a few more times, because he heard from the bald man that it was the weapon that killed Song Taizu Zhao Jiuzhong, and it was a rare item.
The bald man walked up to the stage with his sword in hand, reached out and picked up a wooden stick as thick as an arm, raised it up, swung his sword and cut it down in the middle, click! The wooden stick broke in response, and then picked up a piece of rebar as thick as a thumb,
Following the same pattern, he cut it into two pieces again with a sword. All the Tibetan friends knew what they were doing, so they immediately responded with a round of applause and their slaps turned red.
The bald man paused deliberately, reached out and picked up the jade bar, and said with a smile: "Brother, you know yourself. No matter how powerful the silver fish sword is, it can't be compared to the pure Jun sword. But we can only use our ancestor's divine sword to hit the little devil's broken copper.
Rotten Iron has promoted them, so let me brazenly take the lead." After saying that, he raised his sword and dropped it, and the jade bar was cut into two pieces. This man was still an angry young man, and he yelled like a little devil, and Saburo Inoue stood aside.
His face was so black that he turned into a cooking pot in a Chaihuo restaurant.
Tang Guobin glanced at Xu Qing with a faint smile and whispered: "Brother, I will listen to you on this matter. Can we get in?" Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said: "Don't ask me, you already know what you want.
Show off your casualness and treat me like air."
Xu Qing's guess was correct. Just now, the two guys in the middle, Mr. Tang and Zhang Daquan, had already tested the sharpness of the pure Jun sword in the toilet. A single strike of the sword could cut the wall-mounted urinal in half, let alone these few.
It's nothing more than pediatric stuff.
Young Master Tang walked forward with a smile, reached out and pulled all the remaining uncut sticks together and beat them horizontally. There were six sticks in total. Zhang Daquan abstained and kept one.
As soon as everyone saw this posture, they already understood what Young Master Tang was going to do. He wanted to use this method to prove the kingly demeanor of Pure Jun Sword.
Hey! A flash of green and red light flashed out of the leather sheath, turning into a blazing bolt and flying towards the table. Young Master Tang swung his sword as fast as thunder and lightning. Everyone felt their eyes blur. When they looked again, he was already there.
The sword was returned to its sheath. The sticks on the table did not move at all and were still intact in their original positions. Everyone turned to look at Young Master Tang with doubtful faces. What song was this guy singing?
Click——
There was a crack, and everyone turned their eyes following the sound, only to see half of the strip-shaped exhibition stand collapsed, while the other half was intact. There was also a tray with diamonds and a small pile of sticks on the table, just like the exhibition stand.